#sometimes-peace

Doggo Megs here to wish you happy holidays and safe travels this winter season.

He will be available for interaction during the holiday season for crack rps.

*bows* It was gonna be that or the epitome of Animu shoved into one mech ;3c

Well hes my good nerd and I love him <3

Either you are commited to the cause, or are not. After everything you did, all the slaughter and the mechs you sent back to me in pieces, and you expect me to, what, just skip up to you like we are friends?

I have my optic firmly set on your plating, mech. You dare touch any one of my mechs without a damn good reason, and you will be reformatted faster than your spark can beat.

» MEME:  you were really that drunk.  ||  accepting.

:3

[ i love the thought that he is -w- ]

(Continued from here)

Crimson optics flashed through the smoke and his servos tightened around his axe in response. Another Decepticon come to Earth! Optimus stalwartly kept his guard up… even when the Decepticon obeyed his command and calmly raised his arms in a universal indication of harmlessness.

He blinked. And then he blinked again as his optics drifted to the familiar Autobot scowl upon the other bot’s chest. The strange mech’s professed name, however, threw him completely for a loop. There was… no way that this mech could be who he said he was. “I… I’m sorry?” Optimus said, more than a little confounded. “I don’t think I heard you properly.”

Megatron stood there, waiting to hear the Autobot’s response as he waivered a little as he still was quite overcharged from a batch of homemade high grade. He was humored, nonetheless, as he watched the Autobot seem to question his alliances with the humans quite a bit before he finally answered.

“Some are not too bad?” he asked, a laugh hidden in his words. “Your precious pet had you living in a junkyard. Why did you bother staying there?” he asked.

The paratrooper raised up a servo, waving it as if to brush off his words, “They ain’t like bein’ called pets, Ah forgot wot they always say ‘bout it. It’s… degrading?”

A shrug, as Crosshairs pressed from the surface he was leaning against– swaying a bit from the now lack of support. “Us Paratroopers, we had a thin’ ‘bout stickin’ in ah herd when it fits th’ situation an’ scatterin’ when it ain’t.”